"Gululu!" He heard Sun Zhong's stomach growling, and then he felt hungry.
I had been on the ghost subway by mistake for so long, and I had been feeling nervous and being chased by ghosts, but I hadn't even had a drink of water in the past few hours. Everyone's physical strength had been exhausted and they were on the verge of despair.
"I have a piece of chocolate here." Fu Bao took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket. He got it from the supermarket in the morning. It was one of the lunches that Iron Rooster gave to the supermarket employees - chocolate that was about to expire.
Fu Bao divided the chocolate into three parts and gave one to Sun Zhong. Sun Zhong took it greedily and swallowed it in one bite. Fu Bao gave another part to Ah Bi. Ah Bi looked a little hesitant and did not eat after taking it. Instead, he touched his belly suspiciously.
Fu Bao didn't notice what he was doing. After eating a small piece of chocolate and regaining some strength, he began to study with Sun Zhong how to defeat Shihua.
"It's been done once, so it should be no problem this time." Fu Bao said, "And this time there are still yellow hairs clinging to her."
"The question is how to get her to the back of the car?" Sun Zhong was also worried. The only way to throw the ghost out was now.
"Actually... you can also break the glass." Fu Bao looked at the light outside the car window and suddenly had an idea.
"How to break it?" Fu Bao pointed to the gun in his hand.
Sun Zhong suddenly realized that it should be feasible.
When the two of them were studying the ghost-fighting plan, the gangster with the nose ring moved over and had a stern expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something.
"What's wrong?" Fu Bao asked.
"I'm not hungry, I'll give this to you..." The nose-ring gangster returned the chocolate to him, and then said depressedly: "Can you make Huang Mao go more comfortably? He is already dead and still being used by ghosts."
This... Fu Bao can't think of a way, unless Lord Demon King arrives. With his ability to round and flatten souls, he should be able to separate poetry and painting from Huang Mao's soul.
He was very worried when he thought that Ah Yin could not be successfully summoned. Being chased by ghosts on this ghost subway that was going somewhere unknown, his survival rate was probably the same as that of the supermarket owner Tie Gongji who helped him get a raise.
"I have something else to tell you." Abi said again. Fu Bao looked at him and felt strange. Why did he suddenly become depressed?
"What do you want to say?" Abi looked very depressed and hesitated to speak.
"I..." At this moment, Sun Zhong suddenly reminded, "Here he comes!" What else is coming? Fu Bao turned around and saw Shi Hua climbing along the roof of the car. This time, she seemed not as agile as before.
"Just in time!" Fu Bao shouted loudly, mainly to cheer himself up.
Her hands with sharp nails were grasping the steel pipe support in the center of the carriage, and her empty eyes were staring at Fu Bao coldly.
As she approached, the temperature became lower and lower. He held the black doll in his trembling hands and reluctantly faced her.
"Kakakaka..." Shihua grinned and threatened.
With a wink at Sun Zhong, Fu Bao grabbed the black puppet and rushed towards Shihua.
"You've already passed the station, get off the bus quickly!" At the same time, Shi Hua also rushed towards him.
An almost freezing coldness hit Fu Bao's face, and Fu Bao felt as if he had been hit by a train. He flew out, hit the glass of the carriage, and then rolled down.
It hurt so much... His eyes were full of stars, spinning around and around.
Seeing this, Shihua rushed over again, and then Sun Zhong hit her hard from behind. She was knocked into the air, lying on the roof of the car, and roared angrily at Sun Zhong, baring his fangs.
Fu Bao stood up, feeling that his ribs might be broken. Although it hurt like hell, he still had to fight!
If you fight hard, you may die, but if you don't fight, you will definitely die.
"Come on! Come on!" He shouted to Li Gui.
Suddenly, Shi Hua let out a terrible shriek and spun around in the carriage. She was bumping around and seemed to be in extreme pain. The next second, the color of her hair began to change again, and her face looked like... A second face has grown, and the yellow-haired face keeps trying to squeeze out.
Probably because there are two souls controlling one ghost body, the poems and portraits are running around in the entire carriage as if they are out of control.
This is a great opportunity!
Fu Bao yelled, "Now!" When Shihua ran in front of him, he picked her up by the waist in the posture of a football player and hit her against the car window!
"Bang!" The glass was intact. Fu Bao was in pain and dizzy, but he still hugged Shi Hua tightly.
There is no way that tempered glass will shatter under such a small impact, but it will be different if there is a gun.
"Bang!" Sun Zhong took the pistol that had been inactive for a long time, and finally showed his power at this moment. The bullet hit near the corner of the glass, making a hole, and then the crack spread. Fu Bao hit it again, and the entire window shattered. It fell, and the strong wind caused by the rapid movement of the subway "whisked" into the car.
"Get off!" Fu Bao was holding Shihua and wanted to throw her out of the window. Although Shihua was fighting with Huang Mao for control of her body, she still had some strength left. She was clinging to the edge of the window with all her limbs. Her long nails dug into the car body. Fu Bao tried several times but could not successfully drive her out of the car.
Sun Zhong also came to help, but the two of them together were still not as powerful as Li Gui. They bumped into each other several times, Shi Hua kept screaming, and they were exhausted and panting.
"Come here and help!" Fu Bao turned to call Abi.
Ah Bi bravely rushed over and hit Shihua from behind. Finally, her hand could no longer hold the edge of the window and she was finally knocked down. In the blink of an eye, she was left far behind by the high-speed subway.
"I will come back!" Shi Hua's shrill scream came along with the wind, making people tremble.
"Although you said it this time, you definitely won't come back." Fu Bao responded breathlessly.
"Finally done." Sun Zhong let out a long breath.
Everyone was exhausted and sat on the ground to rest. The only sound in the carriage was the howling of the wind coming in through the broken windows.
Fu Bao sat slumped on the ground, closing his eyes, feeling that the violent beating of his heart slowly calmed down, and he felt like he was finally alive. He opened his eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong. There seemed to be something under the seat on the left side.
The seats on the subway are not wide, and it is easy to see something underneath. The reason why I didn't notice it just now was because everyone was nervous when the poetry and painting came.
Fu Bao looked carefully again and found that it was a human figure.
"Who's there?" he asked subconsciously.
"What?" Sun Zhong was a little surprised.
"That's over there." Fu Bao pointed under the seat.
"Is there anyone... on the subway?" Sun Zhong looked at the human form over there and asked with difficulty - it was hard to tell whether it was a human or a ghost.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the relaxed atmosphere that once again got rid of poetry and painting suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"Ah!" Fu Bao jumped up. Why is there still someone on the subway?
Who is that guy hiding under the seat?
Another unlucky human passenger, or... a ghost?
